Chapter Forty-Five: The Real Man

  Shui Ling'er hadn't walked many steps when she saw seven or eight people wearing bloody clothes rushing in at the entrance.

  "Number sixteen, we're here to take you back!"

  As soon as he arrived, he shouted loudly towards Fan Shiliu.

  "Go back?" Ban Sixteen's expression turned extremely gloomy.

  "Sister, get out of the way!" Shui Han leapt up from the ground, letting out a warning whistle, and then flew over to land in front of Shui Ling'er.

  "What's wrong, unwilling? The leader is still concerned about you." The person in charge spoke in a cold tone.

  "Alright, I'll go with you!" Fan Shiliu looked at Shuilinger and said resolutely, "Please don't harm this young lady."

  "It's not for you to teach me how to do things. What are you?" The man looked at Shiliu with disdain and sneered.

  Aria and Are rushed out of the house and saw a group of bloody people in front of them, shocked.

  "Killing intent! The newcomer is not benevolent!" Aria's heart tightened as she rushed to the front of Suishou with Are.

  "Alei, take Shuiling'er and leave first!" After finishing speaking, Aliya drew out the long sword at her waist.

  "Leave none alive, kill!" The leader of the Blood Clothes coldly said.

  This group of people is in charge of finding the Sixteenth. They searched around the Monster Forest, didn't find anyone, and then searched around the Wind Language City, finally found this place. After discovering that there were no experts inside, they directly rushed in.

  "Beware of the blood on their swords and bodies, it's poisonous!"

  Shui Han let out a loud cry, his eyes flashing with cold light, and he clashed with the Blood Robe leader.

  Aria also swung her sword and attacked.

  "Ling'er sister, you go in first, I'll stay and help them."

  After finishing speaking, Are quietly retreated a few steps, outside the battle circle, and began to softly chant.

  "It seems the enemy is strong, I hope this mace will be effective." Are prayed in her heart.

  She's a very clever girl, the low standard performance in the Imperial Capital War made her practice actual combat hard at the Hawk Academy. Under Old Card's guidance, she made rapid progress.

  Shuiling knew that staying here would only distract everyone, so she quietly retreated backwards.

  However, a sudden change occurred, and a cold light shot over from afar. A blood-soaked man saw her trying to escape and flew over in pursuit, his long sword stabbing straight at Shuiling's chest.

  Aria was surrounded by several people, struggling to cope. Shui Han was also entangled by the leader and couldn't break free. Meanwhile, Are, who was completely absorbed in her singing, didn't notice this scene at all.

  "I can't wait for you to come back."

  Shuiling had already sensed the cold sword energy.

  She never thought that until her dying moment, what she was most concerned about in her heart was actually Liú Yún.

  "I don't hate you anymore, really!" Shui Ling'er muttered to herself in her heart, unable to hold back a line of clear tears.

  "I really want to see you again!"

  A flash of blood light in front of her eyes, a mournful cry later, the long sword pierced into Shuiling's delicate body.

  Shuǐ Líng ér finally fell softly to the ground.

  "Uncle, you're finally back!"

  Lei Lo returned when Hua Honglian was directing people to load bundles of snow onto the car.

  "Hmm, how are you, Akane?" Lelouch's expression was somewhat tired.

  "These days you're not around, but you've exhausted Xiao Hong." Hua Hong tears grasped Lei Luo's arm and started acting coquettishly again.

  "This snow has been bothering me for half a month."

  Snowdown, produced by a very small and weak magical beast, has an extremely strong cold-proof effect. This magical beast lives in the northern mountainous area of the Fire Cloud Empire, close to the icy tundra. The imperial nobles like to use it to make cloaks, which are always in short supply every year. Because this magical beast is very difficult to capture, only a small amount of snowdown can be obtained from each one, so the price is quite high.

  When Liú Yún asked her what had the best warming effect, she recommended down jacket to him.

  She never thought that Liú Yún would use Xue Bu to make clothes for two hundred people. In the end, she still agreed to Liú Yún's request.

  "Kai'er, these must be worth several tens of thousands of gold coins, right?" Lei Luo glanced at the snow fox on the carriage and smiled warmly at Hua Kai'er.

  "Yeah, spent 500,000. If I hadn't searched everywhere, I wouldn't have been able to buy it even with money."

  Hua Die's face turned hot as she was stared at by Lei Luo, and she lowered her head.

  "That poor guy, how can he afford it? Alas..." Lei Luo let out a deliberate long sigh.

  "I didn't say I wanted him to..."

  One sentence was spoken, and before it was finished, Hua Xiangyu discovered the smile in Leilo's eyes and hastily stopped.

  "Oh, our Xiao Er, when will you also learn how to do business at a loss?"

  "Uncle, you're being too much!" Huajing said with a pout, her hands involuntarily fiddling with the hem of her clothes.

  "Alright, uncle won't say anything more. Girls, when they grow up, all have their own thoughts."

  "I'll tell him it cost 5,000 gold coins, so he won't dare to want it. But if his wine sells well in the future, I'll make a profit again." Huajing wiped away her tears and regained her business acumen.

  "Hmm. We're going to catch a big fish with a long line!"

  Lei Luo's ambiguous words made Hua Die's face flush with tears.

  "Uncle, you're going to the Spirit Forest, is everything going smoothly? Are you bringing back any gifts for me?" Huajian asked.

  "Uncle, this old body of mine almost broke down on the road! Alas!"

  Lei Lo began telling Hua Xianglian about what had happened on their journey.

  The man in red stared blankly at Fan Shiliu, somewhat disbelieving the scene before his eyes.

  As his sword pierced into Water Fairy, Fan Shiliu went mad and howled as he rushed towards him, striking a palm onto the sword.

  Although he couldn't stop him, it made his sword deviate a few points. And with that blow, Fan Shiliu's palm brought out a bloody glow and flew out.

  At this time, Ben Shiliu covered his broken arm and blocked his way, looking like a mad beast.

  "Get out of the way. The one I'm going to kill isn't you." The man in red shouted.

  "Go to hell. You'll have to kill me first and step over my corpse." With that, Fan Sixteen dragged his chains, step by step, towards the blood-soaked man.

  "If it weren't for the leader wanting you, I would have killed you long ago." As he spoke, the man in red robes stabbed his sword into Fan Shiliu's leg.

  The sixteenth one fell to the ground, his arm broken and hitting the ground, letting out a dull hum.

  He struggled, propping himself up with his other arm and crawling forward, swaying towards the blood-soaked man.

  Blood flowed from his severed hand and thigh, splashing all over the road he had walked on, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

  "You're crazy!" The Blood Robe person coldly snorted, and another sword stabbed out.

  Fall down and get up again.

  The sixteenth still walked forward, his whole body was stained with blood.

  The air was thick with the stench of blood.

  The sixteenth felt that the taste of his own blood was surprisingly refreshing.

  "Kill her? Kill me first!"

  He spat a mouthful of bloody foam at the blood-soaked man, and Fan Shiliu smiled eerily, looking like a demon.

  "I'll kill you!" The Blood-robed Man's anger surged up, and with a thrust of his sword, he stabbed towards Fan Shiliu.

  With a sudden loud roar, Ren Changjian's sword pierced through his body, and with one hand, he wielded it with great force.

  The iron chain, with his dance, wrapped itself around the bloody man's body, and then coiled several more times.

  Gritting his teeth and pulling with all his might, the Blood-Clothed Man was dragged in front of Fan Sixteen, whose long sword had been thrust into his body up to the hilt.

  The sharp sword pierced through his body and then suddenly moved forward again. Fang Shixiong felt a severe pain that made him feel like his heart was being drilled into.

  He knew that life was slowly drifting away from him.

  The man in red watched Bin Sixteen with a look of horror, driven mad by this suffocating scene.

  "Aren't you wondering what I'm after?"

  The sixteenth glared with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth, saying, "Come on, I'll tell you!"

  He whispered into the ear of the bloody man, loudly saying: "Because she let me know that I am still a human being, what the hell are you? Dying to save her is the most manly thing in my life!"

  After finishing speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on the artery of the blood-clothed person's neck.

  A blood vessel burst and fresh blood spurted out.

  "Great!"

  The sixteenth corpse was tightly wrapped in a bloody garment, drinking mouthful after mouthful, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

  The Blood-Clothed Man let out a cry of despair and terror, and finally fainted.

  Mages often turn the tide of battle.

  "Frosty landscape!"

  When Are's advanced magic was completed, except for the Bloodclothed Head, everyone else turned into ice sculptures. After releasing her magic, Are hurriedly rushed towards Shuiling'er.

  The Bloodcloaked Duelist was put on the back foot by Aria and Shui Han's attacks, and with magic threatening him as well, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

  In his desperation, he spewed out a mouthful of poisonous blood.

  "Damn it, you're the only one!"

  Shui Han let out a loud curse and waved his hand, sending a white mist enveloping the blood-soaked figure.

  The man in red hastily retreated, but his eyes still got some white ash on them.

  "Ah——"

  The man in red covered his eyes and let out a pained cry.

  His body was as cold as ice, and he flashed past him like a bolt of lightning. The dagger brought up a cold light that swept across his throat, ending his painful cry.

  The battle is over.

  The sixteenth turned his head, with a mouthful of blood. His hopeful gaze stared at Are, as if asking something.

  Are moaned and touched Shuǐ Líng's chest, and nodded slightly: "Líng sister still has a chance to be saved!"

  On his sixteenth birthday, a peaceful smile appeared on his face, and the light of life in his eyes went out.

  The setting sun was like blood, making the fresh blood on the battlefield even more eerie, and also making the towering figure of Fan Shiliu stand out even more.

  In the sixteenth peaceful smile, everyone shed tears.